Victoria Parker - Miss hot pants schoolgirl

"I guess so," Missy said.

He was trembling. His cock throbbed against Missy. It was big, hard, and thumping.

Mr. Sexton couldn't help it. Missy was so beautiful, she had such a fine, compact little body, and her tits were so round. It was all too much for the man. His cock wouldn't lay down. It thumped, jumped, and beat like the tail of a wild fish. Missy pulled back.

She looked down and saw the bending curl in his slacks.

"Ah, perhaps you should move back in closer," he said. "I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea."

She pressed in close to hide his hard erection. "Well, I'm very sorry," he whispered. "That's okay, sir," Missy said. She didn't know why, but she rolled her hips against the big hard-on. Instinct, she guessed.

"Oh, oh!" he panted.

His cock throbbed against her. His hand pressed tighter on her back.

"You are so beautiful," he gulped.

She looked up, saw his intense look, and felt his cock beat against her. She smiled.

She undulated again against him. His cock rolled against her hips and belly. It was big. She knew that. He was trembling all over. So was she. He danced her to the side of the floor. Off in a dark corner.

"Could I see you alone?" he whispered.

"Gee, alone? You and me?" Missy asked.

"Yes."

"I don't think we oughta do that, sir."

"I could be very helpful to you at this school," he whispered.

"You could?"

"Of course. I'm president of the PTA."

"I dunno. What'dya wanna do?"

"Just be alone with you."

"I could meetcha in that classroom down around the corner; the one on the left."

"I'll go and wait," he said, then walked briskly down the hall.

Missy went back into the gym area where the dance was going full blast. She looked around for Janet. She was dancing with Harley Faultmeyer, the fullback on the football team. She smiled and winked at Missy as if to say: Can you believe I'm with this hunk!

Missy waited a little, then she slipped away to meet Janet's daddy. She walked down the hall, around the corner and walked into the empty classroom. Mr. Sexton was waiting for her.

"I'm so glad you came," he whispered, taking her hand.

"What can you do for me at this school?" Missy asked.

"You just wait and see, okay? It'll be something you will like. Trust me, will you?"

"What do I have to do, sir?" she asked.

He yanked her into his arms. He pressed close to her. His huge cock thumped at her belly. Her big tits bashed into his lower chest. He flung his arms around behind her, dropped his hands and curled them around the scrumptious cheeks of her ass.

He kissed her. His lips were eager, impatient. A he-man kiss. He squeezed her ass. His cock thumped at her like a wild fish.

She got hot.

His lips sucked hers. He slid one hand up under her tiny black skirt, caressed her pantied ass, then brought his trembling fingers around front, and lifted the hem of the skirt, polling it up over her darling pink panties.

He dipped his hand between her legs, and rubbed her soft but firm pussy through the thin nylon. Her cunt was very wet. Mr. Sexton could feel the creamy dampness on his fingertips.

"Oh, you sweet doll," he whispered, his voice husky, low, passionate.

"Do you think you oughta be playin' down there like that, sir?" Missy whispered.

"Uh-huh," he gulped.

He continued flutter-stroking her ass with one hand, and the other hand slipped and slid against her pantied cunt.

"You've really got a big boner on, sir," she whispered.

"I know," he gulped.

"Did you want me to feel it?"

"Yes."

Missy reached out and rolled her palm against the bending, throbbing cock stalk.

"Like this?" she asked.

"Oh, sweetie!" he chirped hotly. Missy was amazed at the length of Mr.

Sexton's prick. She slid her hand along the hard cock stalk that curled out like a ring of bologna against his slacks. Her heart thumped, and a swooping feeling of giddiness gripped her.

"We shouldn't be doin' this, sir. You're Janet's daddy, and she's my friend."

He answered her by rubbing faster and harder on her wet panties, feeling her cunt through the pink nylon.

She gripped his cock.

"Oh, oh," he mumbled.

"I don't know what you're gonna do for me, sir, but I can tell you what I need."

"What?" he gasped.

"I need some money to go shopping at the mall tomorrow."

"Yes, yes of course. You shall have it. Is a hundred dollars all right?"

"I guess so," Missy said, unzipping his fly. He used his free hand to produce his wallet, and handed the money to her.

"Take what you need," he whispered.

She left his fly open and took a stack of big bills out of his billfold. She put it on a desk, then reached into his fly. She got hold of his cock, but the stalk was too big to pullout. She unbuttoned his slacks and opened them. He had on a pair of tight jockey shorts. His cock stuck up over the waist band, and throbbed like a steam pipe against his belly.

"Whew, jeez!" She whistled.

He stripped his shorts down. His huge prick popped out.

"Whooooo!" Missy sucked in her breath in amazement at the immense prick.

He reached out again and lifted up the hem of her black miniskirt, ruffled it up on her hips. He stuck his hand between her legs and rubbed her cunt through the pink panties.

Missy clutched his cock. The cock stalk was thick, hard, and big in her hand. She squeezed.

"This is really a big boner, sir," she commented.

"Oh, honey doll!" he gasped.

His cock squirted.

He rubbed hotly on her crotch.

"Jeez, Mr. Sexton… you think we should be doin' this while the dance is on and stuff?"

His answer was a hot hand that dipped into her wet panties. He sliced his fingers into the fuzzy hair of her cunt. He slicked up and down her cunt slit, then rammed a finger in her pussy.

"Ooof!" she gulped.

Missy pushed in and out on his cock with an overhand grip. She had never been so excited.

The feel of his burning cock rod in her tight, curling, ginger-tipped fingers thrilled her.

"It's soooo big!" she whispered. "Should I beat it off for you?"

"Oh, yes?" he panted. "Yes, yes, yes!"

He fingerfucked her pussy wildly, jiggling his hand in the crotch of her pretty panties.

Missy liked that finger. She liked the way he hooked it in, the way he rubbed her little clit, and the way he made it quiver.

"Look, I better get out of the way. You can't squirt all over me, sir," Missy said, changing the grip she had on his cock.

He withdrew his dripping finger from her panties. He leaned back on the desk at the front of the room. His pants and shorts were at his ankles. Missy stood at his side. She underhanded his prick, got the bottom of the cock stalk sliding on her palm.

"How big is it?" she asked.

"Ten inches," he whispered.

"Wow!" Missy gasped, hiking her hand in and out on the thick prick.

"You clever little doll," he murmured, sliding a hand behind her, dipping into her panties, waving his fingers all over her smooth, slick ass.

His finger feathered up and down the ass crack. He moved the fingertip up her asshole.

"Owww, oooooh," she huffed. "Sir, my ass!"

"Jerk me!" he panted. "Jerk on my cock, you little fuck!"

"That's bad language, sir, for a PTA guy." He smiled. He tingled all over. Her hand was a magic machine on his cock. Missy tightened her grip and jerked him with savage little pumps.

"Oh, honey! That, makes me feel so damn good!" he sighed.

Missy looked good with her little black skirt up over her pink panties. Her pink sweater bobbled with the thrust of her big tits. She stroked his massive prick, pumped him good.

"Fuck me with your fist," he whispered.

"I'm doin' it," she answered, pumping her hot little hand faster now, getting a good beat going until she felt the bulging cock hard-on, and then it spewed out a hot load of thick cream.